One morning this week, I came down to fix breakfast after breastfeeding Piglet.
Lamb was walking around near the kitchen with his bunny cradled up to his chest. His shirt was pulled up partially and he glanced sideways at me with a peaceful smile. As I approached, he turned away, still humming his little tune.
“What are you doing, Lamb?” I asked.
“Shhhhhhhh,” he whispered, without looking up.
“I’m putting my baby to bed. And giving him some milk.”